UntitledThe sun so shining, the rainbow bright the birds of twilight, took off in flight, the gray wolf hunting, it's eyes so keen, the flowers blooming, the grass so green. Then Nature bore, a child of thought, it needed help, and all she taught, the child grew up, and turned away, she wandered far, and walked astray. The chimneys fuming, the clouds of smoke, the asphalt steaming, a blackened cloak, the skyscrapers gleaming, stretch to the sky, the child grew up, and learned to fly. |